Greenbirds

Things have definitely gone a bit green...(Hell, 'tis springtime, clocks just turned, after all innit.)

Manhattan in the moist mist of a marine monsoon. Dampens (figuratively, literally, and then figuratively again) the weekend wanderlust.

Continuing on with the Ming-Liang Tsai mini-fest: Vive L'Amour. Another great meditation; bit more work and not with the impact of What Time Is It There, but worth the slow pace and gentle unfolding. Definitely a few themes shared with WTIIT and Goodbye Dragon Inn. Director certainly knows how to extract some intense and focused performances from the cast. Final in-park sobbing scene quite extraordinary.

Musical pores somewhat blocked and dispondent recently. Happens. A mild abandonment.